 We did not know he was special at the time. He didn't have the physical resume or physical stature of the other players, but there was something unique about this kid. At the end of the first workout, we had never been formally introduced. He tapped on my shoulder and he said, Alan, will you rebound for me because I don't leave the gym until I swish five free throws in a row. Swish five free throws in a row. For those of you that have never shot a basketball, and once again, I'm guessing that's the vast majority of you, that is a very high standard. A swish by definition is a perfect shot. It doesn't touch the rim. It doesn't touch the backboard. It gets the name from the sound it makes by going nothing but net. This young man was not going to leave the gym until he swished five in a row, which means he could have switched four in a row, still made the fifth one. But if it hit a little bit of the rim, he would still be mathematically perfect. He would still be five for five, but that wasn't good enough for him. He'd start over.